1. I wrote while my night was daybreak
And my chest for the visitors of worries, a visitor

2. And I have plenty of tears pouring as if they were
Clouds that poured from your hands heavily

3. And I have not seen water like tears when they flow
Inflaming a fire inside the soul

4. I traveled and my provisions were anguish and my ride
Was a soul inflamed by the embers of departure

5. A journey people called travel
Spacious, but its real meaning if examined is captivity

6. And this is my writing while my eyelids
Judge for me, their lashes pass judgement